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When Sherlock awoke as usual and went downstairs in his pajamas for breakfast,
he saw two familiar yet unfamiliar figures beside the dining table.
"Aiwass?"
Sherlock's steps halted as he descended the stairs, murmuring to himself.
Instead of sitting in a wheelchair being pushed over by Lily, Aiwass was now sitting steadily on a stool. He looked completely recovered.
And Lily wasn't standing behind Aiwass but was seated beside him.
In just a week's absence, Sherlock keenly sensed that there seemed to be an increased understanding between the master and servant.
"You're looking much better, Sherlock."
Upon hearing the voice, Aiwass turned his head, smiling and greeted him: "It seems you've adapted well to life at the Bishop's place."
It was still very early, but Sherlock did not seem tired; it appeared his biological clock had adjusted somewhat.
